Chapter 1035 Realm of Destruction
Gunfire erupted in the ranks, and the Chaos Space Marines held on long enough to change the focus of the battle.
Then they quickly broke away from the battle, leaving dozens of corpses behind.
But the Thunderhawks were approaching over the Sludge Plains, followed by the pursuing Storm Crows, their turrets spinning and their main guns firing, trying to catch every fleeing traitor.
But then, on the other side of the plain, another thing happened, something grand and terrifying.
It caught Soshyan's eyes.
"That's-"
A group of Chaos Space Marines gathered at the foot of the Mountain of Ruins. Above them, the Chaos Sorcerers roared.
But if you listen carefully, you will find that the voice pouring from his throat is not words, but a call, something far better than words.
It is a will that directly issues decrees to the souls of believers. It is the worship of His wrath, and its form is more real than any kind of hymn.
It was the anger itself condensed in the air. This power was extremely pure, unfiltered by meaning and language.
The Chaos Wizards are weaving a work out of which billions of madness are made.
His howling became louder and louder, his voice beyond the limits of human beings, and he never breathed and his roar never stopped.
Layer after layer of howls merged into it, and the exponentially rising screams would soon exceed the sum of billions of stolen raw materials.
Even so, is this enough?
The cry made no sense, but it was so powerful it could shatter the stars.
"Do you feel it, Talos?"
Soshyan asked, his voice a whisper amid the furious chorus.
“I feel it, damn, these people have a lot of work to do.”
A barrier is about to break through, and a big wave is about to hit. When all emotions are about to reach their peak, Turned into a huge amount of anger.
In the sky, thunderhawks were swooping.
“Knock him down!”
Soshyan ordered immediately.
Then he felt it. The gap in reality.
The earth responded to the anger first. It began to tremble, crack, and tear out huge mouths.
"Fire rockets at that pile of rubble."
Soshyan ordered again.
"Aim at that wizard! Destroy it immediately!"
Other Thunderhawk pilots confirmed that they never expected that small figure to be the biggest threat.
But reality has begun to tremble. A huge mouth opens on the ground between the gunship and the target. Many demons and mortals fall into the expanding crack, and then a large number of bones erupt from inside. Within seconds, There were thousands of bones moving at a swirling speed.
The vortex wrapped around more and more bones and began to shrink.
In an instant, the crowd surged, and the bones formed a whirlwind, climbing from the ground to the sky, ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters...
Soon, it had a Hundreds of meters high and growing.
"Shoot!"
All the gunships opened fire, autocannons, Hellstrike missiles, laser cannons and heavy bolters, all unleashing their fury upon the monstrous creation.
Maybe their firepower ended the terror, maybe the density inside the cyclone had reached its limit, and whatever the reason, the strong wind dissipated.
The bones exploded, and blood burst out from the core of the whirlwind, splashing all over the ground and spraying into the sky.
But everything is not over yet.
Twisting and roaring, an unprecedented bone pillar thrust into the sky.
Its height undulates, its surface is winding and uneven, and then it spins the tentacles made of blood around the bone column, falling on the cultists, and whipping the ranks of the auxiliaries.
Under the impact of the huge force, the armor shattered, and the two Machado heavy tanks were directly crushed into half parts. The closer the armored troops are to the bone pillar, the stronger the mental impact will be.
The devil's creation is a fountain, a giant tower, and a poisonous snake. It spins and stirs up violent winds, and its whistling sound is like the war horn of the Titans.
That voice summons anger that never fades, grows stronger, and casts a shadow over every soul.
“Do not touch blood.”
Soshyan broadcast on the public channel that he did not know whether the blood would be corrosive, but he thought it was very possible. The bone pillars were undoubtedly extremely dangerous to mortals.
But there is no doubt that if we continue to fight like this, the situation will only get worse.
So Soshyan decided to take a risk.
"Talos, Dietrian's liaison, use it again."
Soon, Talos followed Soshyan's order and entered the Sikaran battle tank , activated a small mysterious instrument.
Due to unknown interference, the Soshyan area has completely lost communication with the outside world. The only thing that is still possible now is Dietrian's less compliant things.
Soon, Talos walked out of the cabin.
"Okay."
As he said that, he pointed to the sky.
Soshiyang looked up and saw blood-red stripes cutting through the night sky, and blazing flames burning the clouds, marking the approach of something.
The next second, the fire ignited the horizon, shining brightly and crimson, as if the legions of the past were coming.
Everyone on the battlefield raised their heads and saw the stream of fire penetrating the clouds, and instantly realized that this would be a catastrophic disaster.
The sky was covered in flames, and countless cannonballs struck, falling like meteor showers of large and small sizes.
The next moment, a fire storm swept across the dirty plain.
Everything is enveloped in flames.
Everything was enveloped in a loud noise.
The close range orbital bombing has begun.
Explosions came one after another, the flames continued to burn out, and waves of flames poured from the sky and washed the ground.
The impact continued, and the plain disappeared in the burst of bright light. The roar was louder than ever before. Even though the automatic sensor in the helmet filtered out the most serious noise, the sound wave still hammered the skull. .
One thousand meters away, a cannonball like a hill fell, like a direct missile of death. The fireball with a diameter of several hundred meters suddenly expanded and evaporated into a piece of land. The bone pillars fell down like ancient decayed trees. Down.
The remains of the upper level crushed the base of the lower level, triggering a chain reaction, and the condensed blood collapsed like an avalanche.
The mountainous realm of destruction was destroyed, and the soldiers of the empire all shouted in triumph.
But the Black Legion did not admit their defeat. The wizard's voice sounded clearly. The praise of the dark power complemented the scene of destruction. The words of exhortation and the power of destruction set off and merged with each other.
"Behold! behold! Great deeds bring revelation! Prepare! Prepare for greatness to come!"
The Chaos Sorcerer fell in front of the mountain of ruins, and the shell of what was once a Chaos Space Marine began Metamorphosis makes it almost impossible to recognize the original species.
His skin was riddled with holes, with tattered membranes hanging down, and most of the skin peeled off on its own and fell to his feet.
Except for the bloody parts, the wizard's exposed muscles grew carapace-like scales and barbs, hard and sharp - his body was tearing itself apart from the inside.
A steady stream of blood flowed down the ruins. The source was the wizard's body, but the blood loss gave him strength.
The bones of his limbs were broken again and again until he was reshaped into a gnarled creation. Broken bone fragments poked out from between the transformed muscles, but the wizard showed no sign of collapse. , On the contrary, his roar became more powerful, perfectly matching the rhythm of the swaying bone pillars.
Soon, his jaw was dislocated, almost falling to his chest, and the muscles in his cheeks were stretched and torn, as tight as two curved iron hooks. The two muscles collided with each other from time to time, imitating The mouth opens and closes, and the lips are like broken curtains. The tongue stretches out for a meter, and the tip of the long tongue is the stinger of a poisonous scorpion.
This wizard should not still be alive, let alone still talking, but he has become a channel for some kind of great power to flow into reality, reaching transcendence between self-mutilation and bloodshed.
Just as it tried to further expand the passage, a Sikaran battle tank crashed out of the flames!
(End of this chapter)